What's next?

A revelation

Padme groaned as she flicked through the holonet coverage of that morning. She saw images and video of her dress falling apart and her humiliating run away from multiple angles.

Her doorbell chimed, causing Padme to look up. It was late, she had dismissed all her handmaidens and settled down for the night in silk pyjama shorts and vest, with a large box of chocolates. She had no desire to see anyone.

The doorbell chimed again and Padme sighed, getting to her feet. She walked to the door and activated the controls to slide it open.

A red haired humanoid woman, hourglass figure poured into a tight blue suit, stood on the other side.

"You're the reporter from earlier." Padme said.

"Fre De'Lons. And you're Padme Amidala." the other woman replied, "Or should I call you Pantsme?"

"Oh, that's one of my handmaidens, she looks just like me, I use her as a decoy sometimes..."

"Of course you do." Fre walked into the apartment without being asked, "And her dedication to being your double is admirable, apparently down to replicating your freckles."

"What do you mean?"

The reporter took a datapad from her pocket and activated it, to show archive footage of a familiar scene which still brought a blush to Padme's face- model senate at school, her giving a speech, and her school rival tugging down Padme's trousers. Fre swiped a finger on the image and it zoomed in, right on Padme's bared rear, with a heart-shaped freckle clearly visible on her buttock.

"This is you." Fre said, "And it was also you in the senate, and at the speech today. And I'd wager a thousand credits the mystery streaker in the restaurant below this apartment last night was you, as well.

"You've made your point." Padme blushed, "What do you want?"